“Alec—“ you call as you walk into his room in the old apartment you’re staying at, and you cut yourself short as you see him on the bed, watching some shitty old black and white tv show.

“Oh come on— you can’t sulk all day.” You huff as you see the frown on his face. He had to give up boxing a days ago— seeing as it was safer for everyone at the jam pony.

“Watch me.” He mumbles back, adjusting the pillow underneath his chin.